New PDF release: Summer Lightning (Blandings Castle, Book 4)

A vintage Blandings novel from P.G. Wodehouse, the good comedian author of the twentieth century

The first visual appeal in a unique of The Empress of Blandings - the prize-winning pig and all-consuming ardour of Clarence, 9th Earl of Emsworth - which has disappeared. Suspects in the citadel abound... Did the butler do it?

Have you heard a man say, “We’re pregnant,” and desired to harm him?
Do you could have a chum who insists a stripper was once into him each time you allow a strip club?
Do you recognize a man who emails you the type of porn that makes you must cry then vomit?
These are only many of the many men you’ll locate in Don’t Be That Guy.

Submit 12 months word: First released in 1995
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Julian Mann, the difficult ingesting, preening, and sexually provocative famous person of the television sitcome Richard the Nerd, feels stuck at the horns of a problem: may still he be targeting his occupation, that is at the slide after an unseemly bout of fisticuffs on the BAFTA awards; or following his baser instincts and bedding each younger lady in sight?

His dual goals of comedian immortality and a penthouse flat filled with booze and younger versions appear to be pissed off by way of his spouse and youngsters; by means of Tom, his wife's ally from collage days, a pretentious 'National Theatre Player' who seems to be competing with Julian at the small sreen and within the bed room; by means of the tax guy, who's chasing him for sixty thousand kilos; and via Lillith, a psychotic fan, and member of a wierd Herculean cult whose eight-year cycle of dying and regeneration may augur Julian's approaching nemesis. ..

Occasionally a publication is going too some distance. occasionally is. .. now.
First, there has been The Gilgamesh.
Then. .. the Bhagavad-Gita.
Then. .. the Torah, the hot testomony, the Koran.
Then. .. the e-book of Mormon, Dianetics, I'm okay You're OK.
And now. .. The ebook of the Subgenius (How to Prosper within the Coming bizarre Times).

Nor chariot, nor barouche, Nor bandit cavalcade Tore from the trembling father's arms His all-accomplished maid. For her how happy had it been! And Heaven had spared to me To see one sad, ungathered rose On my ancestral tree. ] My brother Jack was nine in May, And I was eight on New-year's day; So in Kate Wilson's shop Papa (he's my papa and Jack's) Bought me, last week, a doll of wax, And brother Jack a top. Jack's in the pouts, and this it is — H e thinks mine came to more than his; So to my drawer he goes, Takes out the doll, and, O, my stars!

Out spoke the ancient fisherman: " Oh, what was that, my daughter ? " Out spoke the ancient fisherman: " Now, bring me my harpoon! " Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snow-white lamb; Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like seaweed on a clam. 16 A TREASURY OF HUMOROUS POETRY Alas for those two loving ones! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned; But Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster shop for mermaids down below.

FIRST OF NOVEMBER —the Earthquake-day — There are traces of age in the one-hoss shay, A general flavor of mild decay, But nothing local, as one may say. There couldn't be, — for the deacon's art Had made it so like in every part That there wasn't a chance for one to start. For the wheels were just as strong as the thills, And the floor was just as strong as the sills, And the panels were just as strong as the floor, And the whiffle-tree neither less nor more, And the back-crossbar as strong as the fore, And spring and axle and hub encore.